SPRING FLING (9/?)
Willow stood by the mirror, a small smile on her face. Angel had walked
her
to Buffy's house, their conversation quiet along the way. He had kissed
her
before she had knocked, this kiss a bit more explorative than his earlier
first kiss. She moved her fingers to her lips, closing her eyes as
she
remembered the feel of his mouth on hers. He had tasted like coffee
and
something sweet that she couldn't identify and there had been a light
tart
taste that she had recognized as blood. Together, it had made an intoxicating
flavor that she couldn't get enough of. He had not touched her that
second
time with anything except his lips. The side of the house had held
her up as
he had kissed her, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth. She
sighed,
not sure how one kiss could have made her body so tense and excited.
"Earth to Willow," Buffy called out in an amused voice.
"Come in Willow," Cordelia finished, watching the redhead turn to face
them,
her face blushing slightly. "Do we need to ask what you're thinking
about?"
"I think WHO is more appropriate, Cordy," Buffy said with a laugh.
"You know, you've both been teasing me all night," Willow said with
an easy
smile.
"We've earned that right. Having to watch the two of you dance around
an
attraction that could heat Sunnydale," Cordelia said with a nod.
"I'm so proud that you finally broke down and asked him," Buffy said
with a
smile.
"Yeah, how did it happen?" Cordelia asked, laying across the bed and
watching
the redhead. She and Willow were sleeping over at Buffy's that night,
having
been out shopping for the perfect dress until well past nine.
"Do you think the dress I bought is good?" Willow asked, moving to look
at
the dress that was hanging beside Buffy's own. Buffy's a pretty violet
top
that had all these straps that Willow had no idea where they all went
paired
with a matching skirt that would fall to the slayer's knees. Rather
simple
but elegant. Since it was just a spring dance, attire was not as formal
as
prom but was definitely not jeans and a t-shirt either. Willow knew
that
Cordelia had a dress that was dark blue and, knowing Delia, a bit fancier
than either hers or Buffy's. Her own dress was a pretty dark green
silk that
fit against her body like a second skin and fell to her knees. It had
a
second layer of lace in a lighter shade of green that covered the tighter
silk. Cordelia had declared that she looked stunning while Buffy had
said
that Angel would love it. A bit daring with the tightness and low neckline
but a bit innocent with the lacey covering. She thought it was beautiful
and
liked how she looked in it. It wasn't too fancy but was fancy enough.
"It's gorgeous," Buffy answered. "Now, quit avoiding the question. We
want
details, girly."
"How did you ask him?" Cordelia asked, picking up a hand of popcorn.
"Actually, he sort of asked me," Willow said with a shy smile. She recounted
the conversation she and Angel had had, laughing softly, "So, you see,
I
wasn't the brave one."
Cordelia sighed, "That is so romantic. I'd be so jealous if I wasn't
happy
with Xander."
"Trust Angel to figure out a way to get you to ask him," Buffy laughed,
shaking her head, "You two are so meant for each other. I'm glad you
both
finally realized what the rest of us have known for months."
"You're really OK with this?" Willow asked her best friend, needing
to make
sure before she went and did something stupid like fall more in love
with
Angel.
"Yes, I am," Buffy said again. "You two make sense in a way that he
and I
never did. You are both wonderful people who deserve happiness."
"He does make me so happy," Willow confided with a small smile. "Ugh,
we'd
better try to get some sleep. It's after two already."
"Tomorrow, we have to finish the decorations. Everything will be perfect,"
Cordelia said.
"Yes, it will be," Willow responded as she laid down next to Buffy,
memories
of Angel's mouth on hers still haunting her mind.